why can't i find something to write about?
there is so much really that i could. so much in my back pocket that I've yet to take out and look at from different angles.
and yet, nothing seems to be floating up, coming up, coming free.
i'm in a new phase, a new place, a new bed. what more do i need to get my creative juices flowing?
i still have a lot settling, mud settling to the bottom. there is a lotus flower waiting there, i know it.
day 5, #writeeverydamnday #justwrite
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